God, I wish it wasn’t true

but I really hate the way that you

won’t love me the way I want you to

 

God, I hope it’s a mistake

that I think your name when I wake

that I gave you a heart you don’t want to take

 

Maybe when I re-find

myself, be me for a while

I’ll forget that all I ever really want you to do is smile

at me.

Maybe I’ll never get back to who I used to be

maybe I’m too much of you now, and much less of me

maybe my soul can’t conceive

what it feels like

to not need

you, almost as much as I need to breathe.